


Class 30 


COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT 






















THE NEGRO AMERICAN 
SERIES 


GIFTS 



EMMA E. AKIN 
Supervisor of 
Elementary Grades 
Drumright, Oklahoma 

Photographs by 

THAT MAN STONE COMPANY 


11 ARROW PUBLISHING 
CORPORATION 


OKLAHOMA CITY 
1938 







TEiisci 

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Copyright 1938 
by 

Harlow Publishing Corporation 



This book is dedicated 
to America’s Negro Boys and Girls 











ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 


To all who assisted us in preparing the materials for 
this book, we want to express sincere appreciation. 

We feel especially grateful to the following: 

Mr. and Mrs. Joe S. Johnson of Dunbar School, Drum- 
right, Oklahoma; Miss Willa Green, Jeanes Supervisor, 
Creek County, Oklahoma; Mr. L. C. Plexco, Mrs. Agnes 
Beutler, Miss Doris Beutler, Mr. Leonard Hobson, Mrs. 
Willa Birt, Clara Bell Birt, Harold Adams, Floyd White, 
Johnnie Mae White, Mrs. James White, Willie C. Taylor, 
L. C. Taylor, Mr. A. H. Davison, Mrs. William Smith, Mr. 
Leroy Smith, Alonzo Smith, Mr. E. A. Duke, Rural School 
Supervisor, State of Oklahoma; Mr. Arthur D. Wright, 
Pres. Southern Education Foundation; Mr. Gordon Worley, 
Director of Division of Negro Education, State of Texas; 
Mr. Roscoe Dunjee, Editor of Black Dispatch, Oklahoma 
City. 


The Author 


WHY THIS BOOK WAS MADE 


Boys and girls, this book was made to 
help you learn more about Negro Americans. 

You will enjoy the real pictures of Ne¬ 
gro children and Negro leaders. These peo¬ 
ple live today. They laugh and work and play 
just as you do. 

You will be proud of the Negro race and 
of the many fine things your people are do¬ 
ing. 

You will see that white people and Ne¬ 
gro people can be good friends. Both races 
have brought wonderful gifts to our coun¬ 
try. Bringing these gifts has made us all 
richer and happier. 


STORIES IN THIS BOOK 

Awake! Awake!. 1 

On the Farm _ 7 

Going to School...... 13 

Johnnie Mae Has a Fall ... 21 

Wheatley School .—.- 30 

Phillis Wheatley ...... 41 

Gifts ....-___ 54 

At the Swings .....-.— 62 

The Jeanes Teacher .—... 69 

What Is a Jeanes Teacher? --- 79 

The First Jeanes Teacher .. 86 

Letters .... ... 91 

Clara Bell’s Mother Comes to School 96 

They Wanted to Read .—.— 99 

We Are Proud ....... 106 

The Jeanes Teacher Helps Floyd . 117 

















Fun on the Farm .-. 

Johnnie Mae Plays with Clay ... 131 

Edmonia Lewis .-. .. 135 

Going to Sunday School.. 144 

The Jubilee Singers .-.-. .- 156 







GIFTS 







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Awake! Awake! 

“Tick-tock,” said the clock, 
“It is day, Johnnie Mae. 
Out of bed, sleepy-head. 
Up, up! and away!” 







Johnnie Mae heard the clock. 

She said, “I do not want to get up. 

I like my own good bed. 

It is clean and neat. 

I am very happy here. 

I shall stay in my clean bed.” 

“By my face and hands, tick-tock. 
It is seven,” said the clock. 


( 2 ) 






Johnnie Mae heard Floyd 
calling- her; 

“Johnnie Mae, get up, get up! 
This is the first Monday 
in September. 

We are going to school today. 

We must be on time. 











It is seven o’clock now. 

Please get up, Johnnie Mae.” 

“Oh, oh!” cried Johnnie Mae. 
“How could I forget? 

Thank you, Floyd, for calling me. 
Thank you, too, Mr. Clock. 

I shall get up now. 

I shall take a good bath. 








Then I shall put on 
my pretty yellow dress. 

I like my pretty yellow dress.” 

Johnnie Mae did jump out of bed. 
She ran to take a good bath. 

Then she put on her yellow dress. 

“I think this dress is pretty,” 
she said. 

“I shall keep it clean and neat. 

My teacher and my friends 
will like my pretty yellow dress.” 




READ AND TELL 

1. What did the clock say 
to Johnnie Mae? 

2. Why did Johnnie Mae 
want to stay in bed? 

3. Who called Johnnie Mae 
and told her to get up? 

4. Why did Floyd want her 
to get up? 

5. What did Johnnie Mae say 
to Floyd? 

6. What did Johnnie Mae say 
to the clock? 

7. What kind of dress 
did she put on? 

8. How did Johnnie Mae say 
she would care for her dress? 



(6) 


On the Farm 



Floyd and Johnnie Mae live 
on a big farm. 

They have good food to eat, 
and milk to drink every day. 

They have many pets on the farm. 
They have pretty flowers 
and beautiful green trees. 

Floyd is a happy boy. 

Johnnie Mae is a happy girl. 



Johnnie Mae and Floyd 
have work to do on the farm. 

They feed their pets. 

They feed the hens. 

They find the eggs 

and bring them into the house. 

They help their mother. 

They help their father. 

They keep the yard clean and neat. 
( 8 ) 


But Floyd and Johnnie Mae 
do not work too hard. 

They have good times on the farm 

It is fun to feed the pets. 

It is fun to find the eggs. 

Floyd and Johnnie Mae 
like to help their mother. 

They like to help their father. 
They like to keep the yard neat. 
They like to work in the garden. 

It is great fun to play 
under the beautiful green trees. 
They love the pretty fiowers. 

They like the good food 
and the milk on the farm. 



(9) 


There is no school house 
on their farm. 

Two years ago, 
there was an old log house 
in which they had school, 
but it is not there now. 

Johnnie Mae and Floyd 
will go to school today. 

Floyd went to school last year. 
Johnnie Mae did not go to school 
last year. 

She was too little. 

Floyd went to Dunbar School 
last year. 

He will go to a new school 
this year. 

The new school is called Wheatley. 
Floyd thinks he will like Wheatley. 


( 10 ) 





Find the parts of the story 
“On the Farm” 
that tell about each picture. 
Read the parts to your friends. 





SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT 

Johnnie Mae and Floyd 
are not so very big. 

How do you think they go to school? 
Do you think they walk all the way 
from their farm to Wheatley School? 
Could you walk a long way 
to school every day? 

If you had books to carry 
what would you do? 

SOMETHING TO DO 

Draw a picture of Floyd 
on his way to Wheatley School. 

Draw a picture of Johnnie Mae 
going to school, too. 


( 12 ) 



Going to School 

At eight o’clock Floyd said, 

“It is time to go to school. 

Come, Johnnie Mae.” 

“School begins at nine o’clock,” 
said Johnnie Mae. 

“It is only eight o’clock now. 

Why must we go so early?” 



“It is a long- way from here 
to Wheatley School,” said Floyd. 

“I will walk part of the way 
with you,” said their father. 

“Good!” cried the children. 

Then they said good-bye 
to their mother 
and away they went, 

Johnnie Mae, Father, and Floyd. 

( 14 ) 



Johnnie Mae had a little book. 
Floyd had some paper and a pencil. 
Mr. White had nothing to carry. 

He was not going to school. 

He was going only part of the way. 

“When I was a bov,” 
said Mr. White to his children. 

“I had to walk to school. 

I had to walk a long way. 

It was no fun to walk and walk 
on a very hot day. 

It was no fun to walk and walk 
on a very cold day.” 

“I am glad we do not walk far,” 
said Johnnie Mae. 

“It is fun to ride to school.” 


( 16 ) 


“Johnnie Mae is too little 
to walk a long way,” said Floyd. 

“Yes,” answered Mr. White. 
“Johnnie Mae is a very little girl. 

She could not go to school 
if she had to walk too far.” 

“Did you go to school every day 
when you were a boy?” asked Floyd. 

“No, I had to miss many days 
of school when I was a boy,” 
answered Mr. White. 


“I like to go to school. 

I am glad we can go every day,” 
said Floyd. 



As they walked along- 
Mr. White thought and thought. 

He said nothing for a long time. 

At last he said to the children, 
‘When I was a little boy 
we did not have as many days 
of school each year as you have. 
Our school house was made of logs. 
It was not as pretty as yours.” 

“Did you like to go to school?” 
asked Johnnie Mae. 

“Yes,” aswered Mr. White. 

“I liked to go to school. 

I thought we had a good school.” 

“I would not like a school 
in an old log house,” 
said Johnnie Mae. 

“I like a pretty school house.” 

( 17 ) 


“When I was a little boy 
my father and mother told me 
about their school. 

It was not a very good school. 
Their school was not as good 
as my old log school house. 

What a hard time they had 
when they tried to learn to read. 
Their stories made me appreciate 
my own school more.” 



“Your stories make us appreciate 
our school more,” said Floyd. 

“That is right,” said Mr. White. 
“I want you to appreciate Wheatley. 
Wheatley is a Rosenwald school.” 

“What is a Rosenwald school?” 
asked Johnnie Mae. 


Mr. White answered, 
(18) 





iiw 


Julius Rosenwald 





This New Oklahoma School Was Built with Roseiiwald Money 

“A man named Julius Rosenwald 
wanted us to have good schools. 

Mr. Rosenwald gave his money 
to help make better school houses. 

The schools he has helped 
are called Rosenwald schools.” 

“Oh, I like Mr. Rosenwald,” 
cried Johnnie Mae. 

“I like our Rosenwald house 
and I like our Wheatley School. 

It is better than the old school.” 


( 20 ) 



Johnnie Mae Has a Fall 

“Look!” cried Floyd. 

“Here comes the big yellow bus. 
We are just on time!” 

Johnnie Mae began to run. 
She wanted to ride on the big bus. 
She wanted to see her friends 
who were on the bus. 



“Do not run, Johnnie Mae,” 
cried her father. 

“Do not get too near the bus. 

You will be hurt!” 

Johnnie Mae ran on. 

Floyd said, “Father, I think 
Johnnie Mae did not hear you.” 



Mr. White called again, 
“Johnnie Mae, do not run! 

The big bus will hurt you. 

Stop, child, stop!” 

Johnnie Mae ran on and on. 
Her father called again. 

But she did not stop. 


( 22 ) 



Floyd said to his father. 

“I will run after Johnnie Mae. 

I will try to stop her. 

I do not want her to be hurt.” 

And Floyd began to run, too. 
He ran after Johnnie Mae. 

Mr. White said, “Run, Floyd! 
Stop her if you can!” 


( 23 ) 



Floyd cried, “Stop, Johnnie Mae! 
Do not go near the bus 
until it comes to a stop. 

You will be hurt, Johnnie Mae. 

Stop! Stop! Stop!” 

Johnnie Mae did not stop. 

She ran on and on. 

Then something happened! 

Just as she came near the big bus 
she fell. Poor Johnnie Mae! 

But Floyd was there in time. 

He pulled Johnnie Mae away 
just as the bus came to a stop. 


( 24 ) 


All the boys and girls looked 
to see if Johnnie Mae was hurt. 

They said, “Oh, Johnnie Mae! 

Did the big bus hurt you? 

Talk to us, Johnnie Mae, please!” 

Johnnie Mae cried and cried. 

At last, when she could talk 
she said, “I am not hurt.” 

“Then why do you cry?” 
her friends wanted to know. 

“Oh, my pretty yellow dress!” 
answered Johnnie Mae. 

“Just look at my dress!” 

And she began to cry once more. 



Mr. White said, “Do not cry. 
Your dress is not hurt. 

I will brush it for you. 

See! It is not hurt. 

It is clean and pretty again.” 

“Oh, thank you. Father,” 
said Johnnie Mae with a smile. 

“I thought my dress would not 
be pretty after the fall. 

But it is pretty again. 

We can go to school now. 

After this, I will not run 
near the bus until it stops.” 

“That is fine,” said Mr. White. 
“See that you do not forget.” 

Then Mr. White said to Floyd, 
“I am proud of you, my boy. 

If you had not pulled Johnnie Mae 


( 26 ) 



away from the big bus 
she would have been hurt. 

Please take care of Johnnie Mae 
every day when she gets on the bus. 
She is only a very little girl. 

She needs a big boy like you 
to look after her.” 

“I shall try to take care 
of Johnnie Mae,” answered Floyd. 

“I am glad I was there in time 
to help her today.” 

Then Floyd helped Johnnie Mae 
to get on the big bus. 

( 27 ) 



“Good-bye, Father,” said Floyd 
and Johnnie Mae. 

“Good-bye, Mr. White,” 
said all the boys and girls 
on the big yellow bus. 

“Good-bye,” called Mr. White. 

“I hope you will have a happy day 
at Wheatley School.” 

The children smiled and said, 
“Thank you, Mr. White. 

We will try to have a happy day 
at our new Wheatley School.” 


Away they went down the road 
in the big yellow bus. 



DO YOU KNOW? 

1. Did Johnnie Mae hear her father 
when he called, “Do not run”? 

2. Did Johnnie Mae see the bus? 

3. Why did she run on and on? 

4. Was Johnnie Mae hurt? 

5. Why did she cry so hard? 

6. How did Floyd help Johnnie Mae? 

7. Do you go near a bus 
before it stops? 

8. Do you ride to school on a bus? 

9. Do you play in the road? 

10. Do you walk on the right side 
of the road? 

11. Do you look this way and that way 
before you walk into the road? 

12. How do you get on a big bus? 


( 29 ) 


Wheatley School 

The school bell was ring-ing 
when the bus came to a stop 
at the new Wheatley School. 

The children went into the hall. 
They looked at the clock. 

It said, “Nine o’clock.” 


“We are just on time,” 
said the children. 




Mrs. Johnson came to her door. 
“Good-morning,” she said. 

“Good-morning, Mrs. Johnson,” 
answered the girls and boys. 

“We came to school on the new bus. 
May we come into your room?” 

“Yes, do come in,” she said 
in a kind voice. 

“I am very glad to see you. 

What a fine ride you had 
on the big new school bus!” 

The children went into the room. 
Many boys and girls were there. 

They sat on the little chairs 
near the long tables 
and talked to their friends. 



( 31 ) 



Clara Bell was there. 

Clara Bell is a little girl 
who is always happy. 

Floyd and Johnnie Mae 
were glad to see her. 

Clara Bell smiled and said, 
“Good-morning, Johnnie Mae. 
Good-morning, Floyd. 

I am glad to see you.” 


( 32 ) 



The twins were at school. 
One twin is named Betty. 

One twin is named Burnett. 
Betty is a little girl. 

Burnett is a little boy. 

Johnnie Mae and Floyd 
were glad to see the twins. 
They are all very good friends. 







Before long, Betty and Burnett 
walked across the school room 
to Mrs. Johnson. 

They said to her: 

“We like to come to school. 

May we make a story, Mrs. Johnson? 
We want to tell why we like 
to come to school at Wheatley.” 

Mrs. Johnson smiled at the twins, 
“That will be fine,” she said. 

“I want to hear your stories. 

I will write them here 
on the clean blackboard. 

If they are good stories, 

I will print them for you, too.” 

“Thank you, Mrs. Johnson,” 
said the twins. 


( 34 ) 



“You may tell your story first,” 
said Burnett to Betty. 

“Thank you, Burnett,” 
said his little twin, Betty. 

Then Betty told her story. 
Burnett told his story. 

All the other children told 

( 36 ) 









why they like to come to school 
at Wheatley. 

As they told their stories, 
Mrs. Johnson wrote them 
on the clean blackboard. 

First, she wrote Betty’s story. 
Then she wrote Burnett’s story. 


The stories on the blackboard 
looked like this: 











After they had read their story 
the children wanted to sing. 

They sang and sang. 

Mrs. Johnson sang with them. 

Then Mrs. Johnson showed them 
where to put their crayolas, 
their books, their papers, 
and their pencils. 

She said, “You will always know 
where to find your books 
if you put them here each time 
after you use them. 

This is a very good way 
to take care of your books.” 

“We will not forget,” they said. 

All the boys and girls helped. 
Clara Bell took great care 
to make her books and papers 

( 37 ) 



look very neat and pretty. 

She had a hard time with them. 

One book just would fall out. 

She put it away five times 
before it would stay in place. 

When every thing was put away 
and the room looked very neat, 

Floyd said, “Last year we learned 
about Paul Laurence Dunbar. 

Our other school was named 
for Paul Laurence Dunbar. 

Mrs. Johnson read some poems. 







Mr. Dunbar wrote the poems. 

Dunbar School was named for a poet.” 

“Yes,” smiled Clara Bell. 

“I like to hear Mrs. Johnson read 
Paul Laurence Dunbar’s poems.” 

“I like the poems, too,” 

Burnett said. 

“I think I shall try to write 
some poems when I am big.” 

“I have been thinking 
about our new Wheatley School,” 
said Floyd. 

“Is it named for a poet, too?” 

Mrs. Johnson looked at Floyd 
and answered, “Yes, our new school 
is named for a poet, too.” 

“Good!” cried Betty and Burnett. 
“We are glad it is named for a poet.” 

( 39 ) 


CAN YOU DO THIS? 


Here are parts of some stories. 


Here are some words, too. 

Find the word that will make 


each story true. 



nine 

teacher 

twins 

girl 

friends 

bus 

boy 

yellow 

story 


1. 

Betty and Burnett are ..... 


2. 

School begins at.. 

_o’clock. 

3. 

Floyd and Burnett are 



good ... 


4. 

Mrs. Johnson is the . 


5. 

The children ride on a ... 


6. 

It is a big... 

... bus. 

7. 

Burnett is a little _ 


8. 

Betty is a little__ 



( 40 ) 










Phillis Wheatley 


Many years ago, a little girl 
came to our country. 

The girl was only eight years old. 
She came from far, far away 
on a big ship. 

The little girl’s mother 
did not come to this country. 
There was no one on the ship 
to take care of the little girl. 

( 41 ) 


The ship was not clean. 

When it came to land, 
the little girl was not clean. 

She had no pretty clothes. 

She had no clothes at all. 

She did not have even a dress. 

She had come from a hot country 
where people did not need clothes 
to keep them warm. 

She had lived near green trees 
and beautiful flowers. 

She had always been happy there, 

in her far-away home 

with her mother 

and her flowers and pets, 

until the great ship came 

to take her away. 


( 42 ) 




The ship had been on the sea 
many long days and nights. 

There had been very little to eat 
and no good milk to drink. 

There had been no warm bed. 

She had tried to sleep on the floor 
of the ship, but it was too hard. 

She could not sleep there. 

Now she was on land again 
and she saw many people; 
but no one looked like her mother. 
The child was not happy. 

She wanted her good, kind mother. 

If you had seen the little girl 
you would have wanted to help her. 

A white woman saw the child. 
She said, “Poor little girl! 

She does not look happy. 

( 43 ) 


She is cold. She has no dress! 

I think she is afraid. 

She looks like a bright child. 

I need a girl to help me. 

I will take this child to my home. 

I will give her some clothes. 

The white woman’s name 
was Mrs. Wheatley. 

Mrs. Wheatley took the child 
into her own beautiful home. 

She was kind to her. 

She gave her good food to eat. 

She tried to talk with her. 

At first the little girl 
was afraid of Mrs. Wheatley. 
When Mrs. Wheatley talked to her 
the child did not know 
what she said. 


( 44 ) 


In a little while, 

Mrs. Wheatley went to town. 

She took some money with her. 
When she came home, 
she brought the little girl 
some pretty new dresses. 

The child liked the new dresses. 

Soon she began to see 
that Mrs. Wheatley was kind, 
and that she wanted to help her. 
Then the little girl 
was not afraid of Mrs. Wheatley. 

The child was a bright girl. 
She learned to talk as we talk 
in a very little while. 

How happy she was! 

Mrs. Wheatley was proud of her. 
They talked and talked each day. 


( 46 ) 


Mrs. Wheatley called the girl 
PHILLIS WHEATLEY. 

Before long, Phillis had learned 
to love Mrs. Wheatley. 

She loved her new home, too. 

Phillis saw books and pictures 
in her beautiful new home. 

She liked to look at them. 

She wanted to learn more about them. 

Mrs. Wheatley said to Phillis, 

“We will teach you to read. 

We will teach you to write, too.” 

“Oh, thank you!” cried Phillis. 

“I will study every day. 

I want to learn to read and write.” 

Some boys and girls do not learn 
to read very well 


( 46 ) 



until they have gone to school 
four or five years. 

Phillis learned to read well 
in one year. 

She liked to read stories. 
She liked to read poems, too. 
She wanted to read every day. 
She sat up at night to read. 


In a little more than a year, 
she could read even the Bible. 
She loved to read the Bible 
better than all the other books. 
It did not have pretty pictures. 

It was hard to say the big words 



( 47 ) 


but the Bible told Phillis 
beautiful, beautiful stories 
of a Father who loved His children. 
She always thought of her mother 
when she read this book. 

Phillis learned to write, too. 

She liked to write letters. 

After she had been in her new home 
about four years, 

she wrote letters almost every day 
to her many friends. 

Many people loved Phillis 
because she was good and kind. 

They came to see her often. 

They brought her books and flowers. 

Phillis wrote many letters 
to thank her friends for their gifts. 


( 48 ) 



Phillis loved to write poems 
as well as letters. 

Mrs. Wheatley did not teach her 
how to write poems. 

No one knew how she learned 
to write them. 

Even she did not know. 

It may be that God took her hand 
and showed her how to write them. 


( 49 ) 



All the little girl knew about it 
was that she wanted to write 
of the beautiful things she saw 
and heard each day. 

She wanted to tell of her faith 
in God, and in His love 
for all good children. 

She thought she saw God’s love 
in the green of the trees, 
in the bright colors of flowers, 
in the smile of a little child. 


She heard His sweet voice 
in the songs of the people 
of her race and color, 
and in the kind words of her friends. 



( 50 ) 


She could feel His care 
in the arms of Mrs. Wheatley 
who took the place 
of her own dear mother. 

This little girl who came 
from far away across the sea 
did not try to be great. 

She did not even think of herself. 



But when she put her thoughts 
on paper for others to read, 
they were like beautiful music. 

Mrs. Wheatley read them. 

Many others read them. 

They all knew that Phillis Wheatley 
was a true poet. 


( 61 ) 


Mrs. Wheatley was very proud. 
She said, “This is my Phillis! 

This is my little black girl 
who was brought to a new land 
to live far away from her home 
and her own dear mother. 

She came here cold and hungry. 

She came without clothes or friends. 
She could not talk to us. 

She was afraid we would hurt her. 

“But this little black girl 
came bringing a gift to America. 

It was a gift of faith and beauty.” 

Phillis Wheatley was not only 
the first Negro poet in America, 
but she was one of the very first 
to write poems in our great land. 


(B2) 


HOW WELL DID YOU READ? 


1. Why did Phillis Wheatley 
have no pretty dress 
when she came to America? 

2. What did Phillis like to read? 

3. How soon did she learn 
to read the Bible? 

4. Who took little Phillis 
into her home? 

5. Why was Mrs. Wheatley kind 
to Phillis? 

6. What kind of letters 
did Phillis write? 

7. How did Phillis learn 
to write poems? 

8. Why are we all so proud 
of Phillis Wheatley? 



(53) 


Gifts 


“I thought that poor people 
could not give gifts,” said Floyd, 
as he sat thinking about the story 
of Phillis Wheatley. 

A voice answered, 

“The very best gifts often come 
from people who have no money.” 


(54) 















The children looked around. 

A man had come into their room. 

Mrs. Johnson said, “Children, 
this is Mr. Johnson. 

He is the principal of Wheatley. 

You will see him every day.” 

“How do you do, Mr. Johnson!” 
said the boys and girls. 

“Come to see us often.” 

Mr. Johnson smiled at them. 

“I am glad to see you,” he said. 

“I want to know you better. 

Were you talking about gifts 
when I came into the room?” 

“Yes,” answered Clara Bell. 
“Mrs. Johnson told us a story 
of Phillis Wheatley 
and her gift to America.” 

( 55 ) 


“That is a fine story,” 
said Mr. Johnson. 

“Did Paul Laurence Dunbar 
bring a gift to America, too?” 
asked Burnett. 

“Paul Laurence Dunbar 
was another Negro who gave 
beautiful poems to America,” 
answered Floyd. 

“And Roland Hayes is bringing 
a gift of music to America,” 
added Mrs. Johnson. 

“Music is one of our best gifts 
to this country,” said Mr. Johnson. 

“I would like to give a gift 
to America,” said Betty. 

“I am too young to write poems. 


(B6) 


I do not have a very big voice. 

I have no money. 

How can I bring a gift?” 

No one answered for a time. 
Then Mr. Johnson said to Betty, 
“Every kind thought you have, 
and every good thing you do, 
is a little gift to your friends. 

You can always bring a gift 
of love and good-will. 

Your life and your work 
can make us all proud of you. 
Such a life is a gift 
to your race, and to America.” 
“Thank you, Mr. Johnson,” 
said Betty. “I shall not forget. 

I shall try to make my life 
a good gift.” 

( 57 ) 




Just then the bell began to ring. 

Floyd looked at the clock. 

The long hand was on the six. 

The other hand was near the ten. 

Do you know what time it was? 

Johnnie Mae did not know 


(68) 












what time it was. 

She asked Mrs. Johnson. 

“Is it time to go home?” 

Mrs. Johnson answered, 

“No, it is not time to go home. 

It is time to go into the yard 
and play some good games.” 

Johnnie Mae was little. 

She did not know what to do. 

She did not know where to play. 
This was her first day at school. 

Betty looked at Johnnie Mae. 
She saw that her little friend 
was not happy. 

Betty took Johnnie Mae 
by the hand, and said, 

“Come with me, Johnnie Mae. 

I will take you out to play.” 

( 59 ) 




This made Johnnie Mae happy. 
She said to her friend, 

“Thank you, thank you, Betty dear. 
You are very kind to me.” 

And away went the two girls 
into the yard to play. 


( 60 ) 







SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT 

What gift did Phillis Wheatley 
bring to our country? 

What gift does Roland Hayes give? 
What did Mr. Dunbar give? 

How can we bring gifts to others 
if we have no money? 

What kind of gifts did Mr. Johnson 
tell Betty she could give? 

What did Betty do to show 
that she did not forget? 

What do you do to help others? 

As you read the next story 
try to find which boys and girls 
were kind. 

Tell what kind thing 
each one of them did. 


( 61 ) 


At the Swings 

Betty asked Johnnie Mae, 
“What game do you want to play?” 

“I think I want to swing,” 
answered Johnnie Mae. 

“I will show you the way 
to the swings,” said Betty. 

All the swings were full. 

Betty and Johnnie Mae stood 
( 62 ) 






and looked at the boys and girls. 
They did not ask for a swing. 

But when Burnett saw 
that Johnnie Mae wanted to swing 
he said to her, 

“You may have this swing.” 

Johnnie Mae said to Burnett, 
“Thank you very much, Burnett; 
but I do not want to take 
your swing.” 

“Oh!” answered Burnett. 

“This is not my swing. 

It is OUR swing. 

It is for all of us to use. 

We want every one to have fun 
at Wheatley School. 

Come on, Johnnie Mae. 

Let me help you into the swing.” 

( 63 ) 



Johnnie Mae let Burnett 
help her into the swing. 

She said to him, 

“You are very kind to me. 

I am happy as can be.” 

Burnett smiled and said, 
“Wheatley is the place to see 
just how friendly we can be.” 

( 64 ) 








Johnnie Mae and the twins 
were so happy at the swing 
that they did not see a woman 
who had walked into the yard. 

The woman had seen Burnett 
help Johnnie Mae into the swing. 

She had seen how polite they were. 
She had heard what Burnett said 
about Wheatley School. 

The woman said to Burnett 
“Why do you think Wheatley School 
is a good place to be friendly?” 

Burnett smiled at the woman. 
He answered, “When we grow older, 
we may write poems 
as Miss Wheatley did. 

We are too little now 

to bring gifts of poems and music. 


( 65 ) 


But we are not too little to be 
good and kind to our friends. 
Even when we are young, 
we can bring gifts of love 
to our school.” 


“What a fine thought!” 
the woman said. 

“It makes me very happy 
to find children like you. 

We must know one another better. 
I am the Jeanes Teacher. 

My name is Miss Willa Green. 

I, too, want to bring a gift 
of love to your school.” 



( 66 ) 



“We are glad you came today,” 
said Betty. 

“Miss Green, this is Johnnie Mae. 
This is my twin, Burnett. 

I am Betty.” 

“How do you do. Miss Green,” 
said Johnnie Mae and Burnett. 

( 67 ) 





“Mrs. Johnson will want 
to see you, too,” Burnett said. 

“I will help you find her. 

Betty, will you swing Johnnie Mae 
while I am gone?” 

“Oh, yes!” smiled Betty. 

“I will swing her very high 
if that will not make her cry.” 


Johnnie Mae said, “Swing me high. 
That is fun! I will not cry.” 

“Do not swing her too high. 

We do not want her to fall out 
or to be hurt,” said Burnett. 

Then he and Miss Green 
walked away 
to find Mrs. Johnson. 




The Jeanes Teacher 

Burnett said to his teacher, 

“Mrs. Johnson, this is Miss Green. 

Miss Green is the Jeanes Teacher.” 

“We are glad you came to see us,” 
smiled Mrs. Johnson. 

“This is our first day at Wheatley. 

We are all very happy today.” 


























“Thank you, Mrs. Johnson,” 
answered Miss Green. 

“I am glad I could come today. 
Your boys and girls are so kind 
and polite to one another. 

I am very proud of your school.” 

“Yes,” said Mrs. Johnson. 

“We know that a new school house 
can not make a good school. 

It takes fine boys and girls 
to make a good school. 

We are proud of our children.” 

Just then, Burnett brought 
Mr. Johnson into the room. 

He said, “Miss Green, 
this is our principal, Mr. Johnson.” 

The Jeanes Teacher said, 
“How do you do, Mr. Johnson.” 

( 70 ) 


Then she looked at Burnett. 
“You are a friendly, polite boy, 
and I thank you,” she said. 

Burnett was pleased. 

He said, “Thank you. Miss Green. 

I always try to be polite 
and friendly.” 

There was a happy smile 
on Burnett’s face 
as he went back into the yard 
to play with Betty and Johnnie Mae. 

“I like to help people 
who appreciate me,” he said. 



( 71 ) 



Mr. Johnson and Miss Green 
talked about the school. 

They talked of things they might do 
to make Wheatley a better school. 

“We need many more books,” 
Mr. Johnson told Miss Green. 


( 72 ) 










“We need good stories 
that tell of our own race.” 

“Books with the right kind 
of stories about our people, 
are hard to find,” said Miss Green. 
“Little children can not read 
the stories we have.” 

“That is true,” he replied. 

“I know they are hard to find. 

I have looked and looked. 

I thought you might help us.” 

“I will do all I can 
to help you find some good books,” 
the Jeanes Teacher said. 

“We need pictures, too,” 
added Mr. Johnson. 

“First, we must have a picture 
of Phillis Wheatley.” 


( 73 ) 


“Yes,” said the Jeanes Teacher. 
“You must have a good picture 
of Phillis Wheatley.” 

“But we do not have any money,” 
Mr. Johnson told her. 

“I will help you find a way 
to make some money,” she answered. 
“A Jeanes Teacher comes to help 
in every way she can.” 

“Have you thought of a plan 
to help us make some money?” 
asked Mr. Johnson. 

“Oh, yes!” smiled Miss Green. 



( 74 ) 


“I have thought of more than one 
plan to help you.” 

Just then the bell called 
and all the boys and girls came 
into the school house. 

Mr. Johnson asked Miss Green 
to talk to them about her plans 
to help Wheatley School. 

The Jeanes Teacher talked 
about a fall garden. 

She told them how to make 
the fall garden. 

Then she took them out 
on the school ground 
and helped them find a place 
for the fall garden. 

The school yard was big. 

There was room for a good garden 

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“When I come back next Friday,’ 
she told the boys and girls, 

“I would like to talk 

with your fathers and mothers. 

They can help us make the garden. 
They can help us put some food 
from the garden, into cans. 


“We might plan to have lunches 
at school on cold days. 

We could eat the food 
from our fall garden. 

We could have cookies, too, 
with some good, sweet milk. 


“Do you like the plan? 

Will you work in the garden? 

Do you think we can make enough 
for some new books and pictures?” 

“Oh, yes!” said the children. 



( 76 ) 



“If you will help us, Miss Green, 
we can make enough money 
for our books and pictures. 

“We will bring our mothers 
and our fathers to school Friday. 
You are a good friend to us.” 

The Jeanes Teacher smiled, 
“I want to be your good friend. 

I shall be waiting for Friday, 
when I can see you again. 
Good-bye until Friday.” 

And Miss Green went away. 

( 77 ) 


ARE THESE RIGHT OR WRONG? 

1. Mr. Johnson was the principal. 

2. Burnett was a polite boy. 

3. Johnnie Mae liked to swing high. 

4. Betty was a kind little girl. 

5. The Jeanes Teacher was proud 
of the children at Wheatley. 

6. The Jeanes Teacher wanted 
to help Wheatley School. 

7. Good books about Negro children 
are hard to find. 

8. Miss Green thought of many plans 
to help Wheatley School. 

9. Miss Green wanted the mothers 
and fathers to help the school. 

10. Miss Green said she would come 
to talk with their mothers 
on Monday. 


(V8) 


What Is a Jeanes Teacher? 

After Miss Green had gone 
some of the children wanted 
to look at books. 

Some wanted to cut out pictures. 
Others wanted to draw and color. 

But little Johnnie Mae 
could not think of books. 

She could not think of pictures. 
She could not sit still. 

She wanted to ask Mrs. Johnson 
something. 

Johnnie Mae had been told 
that good little girls do not 
talk too much in school. 

; She wanted to be a good girl. 

I But there was something 


(79) 



she must ask her teacher! 

What could she do? 

She saw her brother 
put his hand up high. 

Mrs. Johnson came to him 
and they talked together. 

“I will put my hand up high,” 
thought Johnnie Mae. 


(SO) 






Mrs. Johnson saw her hand 
and said in a kind voice, 

“What do you want, Johnnie Mae?” 

“Please, Mrs. Johnson,” 
answered little Johnnie Mae, 

“I must ask you something.” 

“What is it?” 
said Mrs. Johnson. 

“Do not be afraid to ask.” 

“Well,” said Johnnie Mae, 





“What I want to ask is this: 

WHAT IS A JEANES TEACHER?” 

“Once there was a white woman 
who had much more money 
than she needed to use,” 

Mrs. Johnson told Johnnie Mae. 

“The woman was a friend 
to poor Negro children. 

She wanted to give some money 
to help build better schools 
and to bring better teachers 
to these schools. 

She wanted the money to be used 
in the little country schools. 

“The woman said, 

‘Children who live in the towns 

have good schools. 

I want to help the children 
( 82 ) 


who live on the farms 
and go to the country schools. 

They need some one 
to look after them, too.’ 

“The woman was Miss Anna Jeanes. 
The money Miss Jeanes gave 
brings us our Jeanes Teacher. 

“The Jeanes Teacher is one 
who comes to the little school 
and helps in every way she can. 

“She helps us find a way 
to have better school houses. 

She shows us how to keep them 
clean and beautiful. 

She helps us make gardens. 

She helps make money for books 
and other things we need. 


(88) 



Miss Anna Jeanes 
( 84 ) 










j “The Jeanes Teacher shows 
our mothers how to can food. 

She often helps them make 
clothes for their children. 

She teaches us how to be 
I strong and well. 

I “The Jeanes Teacher is always 
{friendly with white people 
I as well as with colored people. 

I She goes about trying to make 
{friends for Negro schools.” 

I 


( 85 ) 




The First Jeanes Teacher 

Miss Virginia Randolph 
was the first Jeanes Teacher. 

For twelve long years 
she had worked in a little 
one-room school in Virginia. 
Because of the work she had done 
in the little one-room school, 

Miss Randolph was asked 
to be the first Jeanes Teacher. 

Miss Randolph often said, 

“A child should learn to read. 

He should learn to write. 

He should learn to work, too. 





A boy should not sit and wait 
just because he has no money 
to get fine things. 

He should use the everyday things 
that are right at his own door.” 

Miss Randolph wanted 
the mothers and fathers to know 
what their children did in school. 
She always read from the Bible 

V 

and had prayer each morning. 
After the prayer, she often asked 
the mothers or fathers 
to talk to the children. 

She asked one mother 
to bring her stove to school 
so that the children could learn 
to cook and to can food. 

All the children 

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( 88 ) 





and the older people, too, 
knew that Miss Randolph 
was a good friend 
jas well as a good teacher. 

That is why she was asked to be 
the first Jeanes Teacher. 

She began her work 
as Jeanes Teacher in 1908. 

She did so much in a little time 
for the Negro schools of Virginia 
that other people began to ask 
for Jeanes Teachers. 

Now there are more than 
five hundred Jeanes Teachers 
in this country. 

Miss Randolph began her work 
many years ago; 

but she is still a Jeanes Teacher. 

( 89 ) 


She has made friends for herself 
and for the Negro schools. 

She is loved by colored people 
and by white people who know her. 
She is loved by little children 
and by their teachers, too. 

Miss Anna Jeanes died 
before she learned of the good 
she had done for little children. 

But Miss Randolph and the other 
Jeanes Teachers, who come 
to help our schools, 
are Miss Jeanes’ gift of good-will 
to Negro boys and girls. 


( 90 ) 


Letters 


The next day after Miss Green 
had come to Wheatley School, 

Mrs. Johnson said to her children; 

“What can we do to let 
our mothers and fathers know 
that we want them to come 
to school on Friday?” 

“We can tell them,” said Betty. 

“Yes, we can tell them,” 
said Burnett, “if we do not forget.” 

“I think I shall write a letter 
to my mother and father,” 

Floyd told the class. 

“I am afraid they wdl forget 
if I only tell them to come.” 



( 91 ) 


“I am going to write to mother 
and ask her to come on Friday,” 
said Clara Bell. 

“After I write a letter to Mother, 

I think I shall write another 
to the Jeanes Teacher,” she added. 
“I want to tell Miss Green 
that I think her plans are fine, 
and that I like for her to come 
to our school.” 

“Good!” smiled Mrs. Johnson. 

“I will help you. 

Children who come to Wheatley 
should learn to write letters. 

“Phillis Wheatley once wrote 
a beautiful poem and a letter 
to George Washington. 

Mr. Washington thought it was 


( 92 ) 



a very fine letter. 

No one can find the letter now; 
but George Washington’s answer 
has been printed in many books. 

“In his letter, Mr. Washington 
told Phillis that he wanted 
to have her poem printed. 

He thanked her for the kind things 

she had said about him, 

and said he would like to see her 








if she ever came near his home.” 

“That must have been long ago,” 
said Clara Bell. 

“It was long ago,” 
replied Mrs. Johnson. 

“Paul Laurence Dunbar lived 
long, long ago. 

Phillis Wheatley lived almost 
a hundred years before Mr. Dunbar.” 

“My mother has a letter 
that tells about her father’s 
first school,” said Clara Bell. 

“He wrote it long, long ago.” 

“How I should love to see it!” 

Mrs. Johnson said. 

“Mother says the letter 
is very dear to her,” said Clara. 


( 94 ) 


“It is an old, old letter. 

She takes good care of it.” 

“Do you think she will 
bring it to school?” asked Betty. 

“Do you' think she will let us 
read it?” asked Burnett. 

“I do not know,” said Clara Bell. 
“I will ask her to bring it 
to Wheatley for us to read. 

I will ask her to come tomorrow.” 


( 95 ) 


Clara Bell’s Mother Comes to School 

Clara Bell took her mother’s arm 
and stood before her school friends. 

She looked at Mrs. Johnson 
and at the boys and girls. 

Then she said to them: 

“This is my mother. 

She has come to tell us 
about the old, old letter.” 








All the children smiled 
and said “How do you do?” 
to Clara Bell’s mother. 

Then they sat still and waited 
to hear about the letter. 

“Here is the letter,” 
said Clara Bell’s mother. 

“It is almost as large as a book. 







You may all look at it, 
but please do not try to take it 
out of the box. 

It might fall into parts 
because it is so very old. 

“My father worked hard 
to write this letter for me. 

He wanted us to know how happy 

we should be today 

because we have good schools. 

“I shall tell you the story 
of how my father learned 
to read and write.” 



They Wanted to Read 

Long after Phillis Wheatley 
wrote her beautiful poems 
and her letter to Mr. Washington, 
many people of her race 
and other men and women 
who lived in the South, 
could not read or write. 

Some of them said, 

“We do not have any schools. 

We can not learn to read. 

We can not learn to write. 

But we can never be happy 
until we learn to read and write.” 

And they did not try 
to help themselves. 

Others said, “You are right. 

( 99 ) 


We can never be happy 

until we learn to read and write. 

Oh, if we only had a teacher!” 

When their white friends 
in the South, 
and their black friends 
in the North, 

saw how very much the Negro 
men and women wanted to learn, 
they began to help them. 

They had no first readers. 

They had no second readers. 

Often, the Bible was the only book 
they could find to study. 

The Bible is a good book; 
but it is hard to read. 

The people said. 


( 100 ) 


“We will try and try. 

We will not give up hope. 

We will learn to read 

if our good friends will help us.” 

They worked in the fields 
and in the gardens all day long. 

I It was hard work. 

I At night they were very tired. 

I They said to one another, 
i “We will go to bed early. 

; We will have a good sleep. 

Then we will not be so tired. 

! We will get up early tomorrow 
and study before time to go 
to the fields to work.” 

Many of them did get up 
before the light of day. 


( 101 ) 




They tried to study their Bibles 
before time to go to the fields. 

That plan was not so good. 

It was too early to study. 

They were not well awake. 

They had no good light 
and it was too hard to see. 

Their eyes began to hurt. 

As soon as the light of day came 
it was time to go to the fields. 

“We can not study this way,” 
they said. 

They thought of a new plan. 
They said, “We will try again. 

We will make a big fire. 

It will give us a better light. 

Then our eyes will not hurt.” 


( 102 ) 


They did build a big fire. 


Many people came together 
and sat near the fire. 

They tried to read by the light 
of the fire. 

The fire was very hot. 

It burned their hands and faces 
but it did not give a good light. 


Oh! Oh! How their poor eyes 
did hurt them! 

How tired they were the next day! 

Still they would not give up. 
They tried other plans. 

Some tied their books on the plows 
and tried to learn to read 
as they worked in the fields. 

This hurt their eyes, too. 

They said, “The light is good; 

( 103 ) 



but we can not read very well 
while the plow is going.” 

Next, they went into the woods. 
They made a big, big fire. 

They sat on the ground near it. 

Men, women, boys and girls 
studied together around the fire. 
White men and women helped them. 
Black men and women helped them. 
Night after night, they studied. 

It was hard work; 
but there were no schools. 

It was the only way they knew 
to learn to read and write. 

Before long, many of them 
could read and write well. 

They were glad they had found 
a way to learn. 


( 104 ) 


WHAT DO YOU THINK? 

1. If you had no school 
what would you do? 

2. Could you learn to read 
without a teacher? 

3. Would you study at night 
by the light of a fire? 

4. Would you study at night 
after you had worked hard 
in the fields all day? 

5. When you miss a day at school 
do you study at home? 

6. What books do you like to read? 

7. Can you read the Bible? 

8. Does your mother read to you? 

9. Why do you want to learn 
to read and write well? 

10. Can you write a good letter? 


( 105 ) 



We Are Proud 

When Clara Bell’s mother 
had told the children 
about her father’s letter, 
the boys and girls said: 

“We thank you for the story. 
It makes us very proud 
to think of those men and women 
who worked so hard to learn. 



They were strong and brave.” 

Clara Bell’s eyes were bright 
as she said to her friends, 

“It was my grandfather who wrote 
that letter. 

I am glad he was my grandfather!” 
Betty added, 

“Those brave men and women 
were people of our race. 

I am glad I am a Negro!” 

Burnett told his class, 

“I hope I can always be as brave 
as they were.” 

Floyd said, “Father was talking 
to Johnnie Mae and me 
about my grandfather’s school. 

It was not even as good 
as Father’s old log school house.” 

( 107 ) 





“Our first schools in the South 
were very poor schools,” 
said Mrs. Johnson. 

“The children and the teacher 
sat on logs and boxes. 

They had no chairs and desks. 

How tired their backs were 
after a long day at school! 

They found it very hard to study 
sitting on a log all day.” 

“I would not like to sit on a log 
all day,” said Betty. 

“I would not like to sit 
on a box all day,” said Betty. 

“It would make my back tired. 

I could not study that way.” 

“The floors in their schools 

were not like our floors,” 

( 108 ) 


Clara Bell added. 

'‘Some were made of old boards. 

Most of them were dirt floors.” 

‘‘Think of a house with dirt 
for a floor!” said Johnnie Mae. 

“It would not be very neat,” 
"eplied Mrs. Johnson. 

‘Such a floor would not help 
;o make us strong and well.” 

“I like our clean floors,” 
iaid Betty. 

“I am going to try to keep 
i)ur floors clean,” said Burnett, 
iis he took some paper from the floor 
Tear his chair. 

Mrs. Johnson said, 

‘Schools in your grandfathers’ time 


( 109 ) 




were not like our schools 
in a great many ways. 

“We have only little children 
in the first grade. 

They had men and women 
in the first grade, too. 

The older men and women 
studied with the little children.” 

“We have pretty books,” 


( 110 ) 


[added Clara Bell’s mother. 

'“They did not have pretty books.” 

“But they wanted pretty books 
and good school buildings,” 
said Mrs. Johnson. 

“They worked to build better 
ischools.” 

“It took them a long time 
to earn money enough to build 
pretty houses like Wheatley,” 
said Burnett. 

“Yes,” answered Betty. 

“It took them a long time 

II 

5 to make friends with such people 
'as Miss Anna Jeanes. 

il 

j Friends are better than money.” 

I “We have good schools now 

i because our people wanted them 
1 ( 111 ) 




and worked together to get them,” 
said Mrs. Johnson. 

“We must always appreciate 
what our race has done for us.” 

The children sat very still. 

At last Clara Bell said, 

“I am proud of our people. 

They had a very hard time. 

But nothing could make them 
stop trying to help themselves 
to better things. 

I want to be like them.” 

Mrs. Johnson said, 

“That is a fine thing to say; 
so keep working away; 
and at work or at play, 
just be happy each day.” • 

Floyd said, “I am proud, too. 

( 112 ) 



But it is time for lunch, 
and I am so hungry!” 

“It is time for lunch,” 
cried Betty and Burnett. 

( 113 ) 



As the children went to lunch 
Mrs. Johnson heard Johnnie Mae say, 
“Our floors are clean and neat. 
Our rooms are big and cool. 


( 114 ) 









We like our chairs and books. 

We like our Wheatley School.” 

Clara Bell’s mother smiled. 
Mrs. Johnson said to her, 

“When our children grow older 
they will learn that we can not 
know a good woman or a good man 
by the color of his face.” 

Clara Bell’s mother replied, 
“You are right, Mrs. Johnson. 

It is how we think, 

and what we do, 

and what we feel in our hearts, 

that makes us strong and brave 

and good and true!” 


( 116 ) 


CAN YOU TELL? 


1. What do you like best 
about your school? 

2. Have you seen a school house 
with dirt floors? 

3. What would you do 

if your school had no chairs? 

4. What would you do 

if your school had no books? 

5. How do you take care 
of your school house? 

6. How do you take care 

of your books and pencils? 

7. Why are you proud 

of your mother and father? 

8. Why are you proud 
of your home? 

9. What have you done for 
your home? 


( 116 ) 



The Jeanes Teacher Helps Floyd 

One day when Miss Green 
came to Wheatley, Floyd said, 

“I have a friend in town 
who thinks farm life is too hard. 

I do rot think farm life is hard. 

Do you. Miss Green?” 

“I think farm life is fun!” 
laughed Miss Green. 


“But there are people 
who like to live in town,” 
added the Jeanes Teacher. 

“We should all make our homes 
where we can do our best work. 
That is one thing freedom means. 

“Freedom gives us the right 
to find the kind of work 
we can do best. 

“Freedom gives us the right 
to keep the money we earn 
and to use it for ourselves 
and our own people. 

“Freedom gives us the right 
to study and to learn, 
to read and to rest, 
to play and to be happy 
when our work is done.” 


( 118 ) 


“I like to work on our farm,” 
Floyd told the Jeanes Teacher. 

“I like to play there, too. 

We have such good times 
on our farm!” 

“I am sure you do,” 
answered Miss Green. 

“But Harold thinks we have 
no time to play,” said Floyd. 

“He thinks we do nothing 
but work and work all day. 

He thinks we are too tired to play.” 

“You should ask your friend 
to come to your home 
and stay all day with you,” 
said Miss Green. 

“You can show him 
what good times you have.” 


( 119 > 



“Thank you,” replied Floyd. 

“I shall talk to mother 

when I go home today. 

If mother will let me, 

I shall ask him to come Saturday. 

You are a good helper. Miss Green.” 
( 120 ) 


Fun on the Farm 

It was Saturday morning. 
Harold and Floyd were on the farm. 

Floyd said to his mother, 

“May we feed the big pig? 

I think I hear him calling: 

‘Wee, wee, wee! 

I am hungry as can be. 


Wee, wee, wee! 

Will you please feed me?’ ” 



“Pigs are not very clean,” 
Floyd told Harold. 

“They would just as soon 
take a bath in dirty water 
as in clean water. 

We clean this pig’s house often, 
but it will not stay clean.” 

Harold laughed and said, 
“When I play in the dirt 
my mother sometimes says to me. 
‘Go and take a good bath. 

You are as dirty as a pig!’ 

I shall think of this big pig 
the next time I play in the dirt. 

I shall try to keep clean. 

I do not want to be as dirty 
as this pig.” 

“Look!” cried Floyd, 


( 122 ) 


“Here comes Spot, 
Trot, trot, trot!” 

“Let us feed Spot, too,” 
said Harold. 

“What does he like to eat?” 


“Spot likes meat,” Floyd said. 
“He likes clean, cool water, too.” 





“There is our cow,” said Floyd. 
“She gives us good, sweet milk. 

She seems to say: 

‘Moo-o! Moo-o! 

I see you. 

I am hungry, too. 

Moo-o Moo-o!’ ” 

Harold laughed, “You feed the cow, 
and the cow helps to feed you.” 


( 124 ) 


“What a pretty cat! ” 
said Harold. “What will she say?” 

Floyd smiled and answered, 

“I think the cat will say, 

‘Mew, mew, mew! 

I want something-, too. 

Mew, mew, mew! 

A little milk will do.’ ” 



Floyd and Harold went 
from one animal to another. 

They gave them all something to eat. 
The animals could not talk; 
but Harold was sure they wanted 
to say thank you for the good 
things to eat. 

“I did not know it was such fun 
to live on a farm/’ said Harold. 

“I like to feed the animals. 

This is not hard work.” 

“Just wait!” laughed Floyd. 

“The best time will come 
when we have our breakfast.” 

“Oh, I am so hungry!” 

Harold said. 

The boys washed their hands. 

Then they sat down to eat. 

( 126 ) 


What a fine breakfast! 
There was sweet milk. 

There were eggs and meat. 
There were bread and butter. 
“Your mother is a good cook,” 
Harold said to Floyd. 

“This is such a good breakfast!” 



After breakfast, Mrs. White 
and Johnnie Mae washed the dishes. 
Then they made the beds. 


Floyd said, “I will churn 
for you. Mother.” 


“May I help churn?” asked Harold. 

Floyd let Harold help churn. 

Up and down, up and down, 
went Harold’s hand. 


“Where is the butter?” 


( 127 ) 



Harold wanted to know. 


“It is in the milk,” said Floyd. 
“We churn it and churn it 
until little parts of butter 
begin to come on the milk. 

Then, in a little while, 

we take the butter from the milk.” 

“May I look in the churn?” 
asked Harold. 

“I have never helped churn before.” 


( 128 ) 




“You may look, if you will 
take care not to let any dirt 
fall into the churn,” Floyd said. 

“Oh!” cried Harold. 

“I see little spots of butter 
on the milk. 

The milk is white. 

The butter is a pretty yellow. 

How good it looks!” 

Soon, Mrs. White came 
and took the butter from the churn. 
She put it into a white dish. 

“Run out and find me some eggs,” 
Mrs. White said to Floyd. 

“I want to cook something good.” ^ 

Floyd found the eggs. 

Then he and Harold looked / 

at Mr. White’s fine garden. J 

( 129 ) ■ 


They looked at the flowers 
in the yard. 

They sat on the pretty green grass 
to rest when they were tired. 

A bird in the big tree 
sang them a happy song. 

At last Harold said, 

“I think I have been wrong 
about the hard life on the farm. 
The sun seems to smile 
on the trees and the flowers. 

I have had fun today. 

I like the farm.” 


( 130 ) 




Johnnie Mae Plays with Clay 

One day when the sun was bright, 
Johnnie Mae and her mother 
sat in their cool yard and talked. 

As they talked, Johnnie Mae 
took some clay from the ground. 

She pressed the clay this way 
and that way. 

Before long it looked like 
a little box. 

Johnnie Mae pressed the clay 
again and again. 

Soon it was a pretty little dish. 

She showed it to her mother. 

Mrs. White said to her, 

“You surprise me, Johnnie Mae. 

You must have a gift with clay.” 

( 131 ) 



“I just love to play with clay,” 
answered little Johnnie Mae. 

“See! The pretty dish is gone. 

Here is a little bird.” 

“It is a pretty bird,” 
replied her mother. 

“It looks as if it wanted to sing.” 


( 132 ) 



“I will put it back in the box,” 
laughed Johnnie Mae. 

She pressed the clay again. 

The pretty little bird was gone. 

“When did you learn to do this?” 
asked her mother. 

“I do not know,” said she. 

“I think I have always liked 
to play with clay.” 

Her mother sat very still 
with a far-away look in her eyes. 
After a while she said, 

“Johnnie Mae, have you ever heard 
of a woman named Edmonia Lewis? 
She liked to work with clay, too.” 

“No, Mother,” said Johnnie Mae. 
“I have never heard of her. 


( 133 ) 


Tell me about Edmonia Lewis. 

I will make a little clay chair 
as you talk.” 

“Yes, work away, Johnnie Mae.” 
said her mother. 

“I will tell you of the child 
who lived far out in the country 
in a house made of animal skins. 

I will tell you of the girl 

who had faith in the Great Spirit.” 


( 134 ) 


Edmonia Lewis 


Once there was a poor girl. 
When she was very young, 
her mother and father died. 
Then she had no mother, 
no father, and no home. 

Some kind Indians took her 
to live far out in the country. 

The Indians did not have 
the kind of houses we have. 

They lived in tepees. 

Tepees are made from skins 
of animals. 

The Indians killed the animals 
and used their skins for houses. 

The Indians had no schools. 
There were no books to read. 


( 135 ) 


Edmonia played in the woods 
with the animals that came 
near the tepees. 

The animals learned to love 
the little girl. 

They learned that she would not 
hurt them. 

They thought of her as a friend. 

Edmonia often talked to them. 
She thought the animals answered. 
If she talked in a low voice 
they often came very near her. 
Sometimes they even let her 
put her hand on them. 

Edmonia learned to love them. 
She learned to love the trees, 
the bright flowers, the birds, 
and the singing water. 

( 136 ) 


The Indians told her stories 
that made all these seem like 
living friends. 

Edmonia loved to hear 
the stories the Indians told. 

Best of all, she loved 

the story of the Great Spirit. 

Many times she thought she saw 
the face of the Great Spirit 
in the stones on the ground. 

It was a brave, strong face. 

It made the little girl happy. 

By the time Edmonia was 
a young woman, 
the trees had been cut away, 
and towns had come near 
the animal-skin tepees. 

Edmonia heard of schools. 


( 137 ) 


She saw some books. 

She wanted to learn to read. 

One day she went to town. 

She saw something that looked 
like a stone man. 

Edmonia looked at it a long time. 
She walked all around it. 

At last she said, 

“I, too, can make a stone man.” 

Edmonia found friends in town 
who helped her go to school. 

She liked her school. 

She was glad to learn to read. 

She read many books. 

But she could not forget 
how much she wanted to make 
a stone man. 


( 138 ) 



She could find no rest 
until she learned how to make 
the stone man. 

At last a good friend 
helped her to find a teacher. 
Edmonia asked the teacher, 

“Can you show me how to make 
a stone man?” 

The teacher gave her some clay 
and something that looked like 
a man’s foot. 

He said to Edmonia, 

“Go home and make that.” 

Edmonia went home. 

She pressed the clay this way 
and that way. 

She looked at the foot. 

Then she pressed the clay again. 

( 139 ) 


At last she thought the clay 
looked like the foot. 

She took the clay foot 
to her new teacher. 

He looked at the foot. 

He looked at Edmonia’s clay foot. 

Then he broke the clay 
on which Edmonia had worked hard, 
into many little parts. 

He said to her, 

“Go home and try again.” 

The poor young woman 
was ready to cry. 

She had worked so hard to make 
the foot look right. 

But she went home and tried 
once more. 

The man broke her clay again. 

( 140 ) 


He told her to make the foot 
better. 


This time, Edmonia did cry. 

But no one knew she cried. 

At last Edmonia said to herself, 
‘T CAN make a good stone foot. 

But I can not work in town. 

I will go into the woods to work. 

I can find peace under the trees. 

The voice of the Great Spirit 
will come to me there. 

It will give me back my faith.” 

And she went back to find 





peace in the woods she loved. 

Out there, under the trees 
with the voice of the Great Spirit 
to help her, 

Edmonia made another clay foot. 
This one pleased her teacher. 

Before long. Miss Lewis made 
her first stone man. 

It was a statue of John Brown, 
a white man who gave his life 
trying to help the colored race. 

Then she made other statues. 
Edmonia must have been very near 
to the Great Spirit 
when she made Forever Free. 
Forever Free is the statue 
of a Negro woman who has found 
freedom. 


( 142 ) 


Miss Lewis sold some of her work 
and earned enough money 
to go across the sea to Rome. 

Rome is a big town far from here. 
Miss Lewis built a home in Rome. 

Most of her work is there now. 

Miss Lewis was one of the first 
Negro women to work with stone 
and clay, in this country. 

Any child who wants to work 
with stone or clay 
should not forget Edmonia Lewis 
and her faith in the Great Spirit. 


Going to Sunday School 

It was Sunday morning. 

Clara Bell and her mother 
were going to Sunday School. 

Clara Bell had a big red apple. 
The apple was for her teacher 
at Sunday School. 

Clara Bell loved her teacher. 



All at once Clara Bell stopped. 
A bird was singing 
in the tall green tree 
under which she was standing. 

“Oh, Mother!” said Clara Bell. 
“Let us be very, very still 
and hear the bird’s song. 

How beautiful it is!” 

They stood under the tree. 
They were very, very still. 

They looked for the bird. 

They could not see him. 

The bird could see them, 
but he was not afraid. 

He knew they must be friends. 
Only friends stood so still 
when he sang his songs. 

It made him happy to find friends. 

(14B) 


He thought, “This little girl 
will not come up the tree 
and try to hurt me. 

I will sing my best songs for her.” 

He sang and sang and sang. 

Clara Bell and her mother 
stood under the tree a long time. 
At last her mother said, 

“Come, Clara Bell, we must go 
to Sunday School. 

If we stay here any longer 
we shall not be on time.” 

“I do not want to miss 
the songs at Sunday School,” 
said Clara Bell. 

“We must try to be on time.” 

Clara Bell looked up 
into the tree once more. 

(146) 


She said, “Here, little bird. 

You may have this red apple. 

I can take another apple 
to my teacher next Sunday.” 

Then she broke the apple 
and put it on the green grass. 

“Here is a good lunch for you,” 
she said to the little bird. 

“I can not see you in the tree 
but I love your pretty song. 

Thank you, thank you, little bird.” 

“I am glad you are kind,” 
said Clara Bell’s mother 
as they walked under the trees 
on their way to Sunday School. 

“How could I be any other way?” 
asked Clara Bell. 

“Phillis Wheatley saw God’s love 

(147) 




in the green of the trees 
and the bright color of the flowers. 
God must have made the birds 
and the animals, too. 

No one should ever be unkind 
to the things God has made.” 

“What a beautiful thought!” 
said her mother. 

“I am glad we named our school 
for Phillis Wheatley.” 

(148) 



“I am glad, too,” 

Clara Bell answered. 

“We m'ght never have learned 
about Phillis Wheatley 
if our school had been called 
by another name.” 

Clara Bell and her mother 
walked hand in hand. 

They did not talk for some time. 
Their faces showed that they 
were thinking happy thoughts. 

Far away, they could hear 
the little bird still singing 
his happy song. 

Then Clara Bell began to talk, 
“Since I have learned 
about the gift of faith and beauty 
which Miss Wheatley brought to us, 

(149) 


I appreciate many tilings 
more than I did before. 

“I see beauty in the woods, 
and in the fields and gardens. 

I hear beauty in the call 
of birds and animals. 

I hear beauty in the voices 
of people, old and young. 

“Most of all, I have learned 
to love the music of our race. 

I was thinking about our music 
just before the bird began to sing. 
I hope we shall sing many songs 
at Sunday School this morning.” 

“I love good music, too,” 
said Clara Bell’s mother. 

“I like to sing at Sunday School.” 


( 150 ) 


“Something' in my heart 
makes me feel very happy 
when all the parts sing at once,” 
Clara Bell added. 

“Some parts are high; some are low. 
Some parts say one thing, 
and some say another. 

But they all work together 
to make the music more beautiful.” 

“That is true,” said her mother. 
“The music is more beautiful 
when many parts sing at once. 

Our people have a gift 
for singing parts together.” 

“Our own songs are best,” 
Clara Bell told her mother. 

“They always tell a story. 

They make me feel sure 


( 151 ) 


that God loves us 

and will take care of us.” 

“Yes,” added her mother. 

“Our songs were made 
to help us tell how we feel 
about God’s love and care. 

They came from the very hearts 
of our people 

as they worked and prayed 
day after day, night after night, 
on the big farms of the South.” 

“I did not know that. Mother,” 
cried Clara Bell. 

“And our songs have helped 
our people in many ways,” 
added her mother. 

“They seem to have lifted us 
near to our God. 


( 152 ) 


They have made us better. 

They have helped us to forget 
some of the hard, hard years. 

They have taught us faith and hope. 
They have found friends for us. 
Every one loves our songs.” 

Clara Bell asked, 

“Is music our gift to America?” 

“Yes,” answered her mother. 
“Music is one of our very great 
gifts to America.” 

Then she added, 

“Our songs have even helped 
to build great schools for us.” 

“Why, Mother!” cried Clara Bell. 
“How could our songs help 
to build schools for us?” 


( 163 ) 





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“That is a long story,” 
smiled her mother. 

“I will tell you about it 
another time. 

Here we are at Sunday School.” 

( 164 ) 





















HELPS FOR YOU 


The next story tells 
about some Negro boys and girls 
who worked with a white man 
to make beautiful music. 

Clara Bell’s mother was talkmg 
of these people when she said, 

“Our songs have even helped 
to build great schools for us.” 

When you have read the story 
see if you can tell: 

1. How the Jubilee Singers Worked 

2. Where They Went to Sing 

3. What the Jubilee Singers Did 
with Their Money 

4. How Music Helped to Build 
a Great Negro University 


( 155 ) 


The Jubilee Singers 

More than a hundred years 
after Phillis Wheatley came 
with her gift of faith and beauty, 
some men in the Southland said, 
“We will build a university 
for Negro boys and girls." 

They had very little money 
for such a school. 

They used what they could get. 

It was a poor school. 

It had no fine buildings. 

There were no pretty pictures. 
There were no big, cool rooms. 
There was not even a place 



to study music, or to sing 
their beautiful songs together. 

Some of the teachers 
in the new school were white. 
One of them was a man named 
George White. 

Mr. White learned to love 
the Negro boys and girls. 

He liked to help them grow 
into fine men and women. 

Mr. White taught a class 
at Sunday School, too. 

Five young Negro women 
and four young Negro men 
were in his Sunday School class. 


( 157 ) 



These young men and women 
were very poor. 

They had always worked hard 
on the big farms. 

How they did appreciate their school! 
They loved Mr. George White. 

They were sure that he loved them. 

Mr. White liked good music. 

He taught the young people 
many songs. 

He often sang with them. 

They liked to sing with Mr. White. 

To be sure, Mr. White’s songs 
were not like their own songs. 

The young people sang them 


( 158 ) 


as well as they could 
because they wanted to please 
their teacher. 

One day Mr. White was called 
away from his class for a while. 
When he came back, 
they were singing together. 

The song was new to Mr. White. 
He thought it was beautiful. 

Mr. White stood still 
while the young people sang. 

Then he said to them, 

“That is a new song., 

I have never heard it before. 

Where did you learn it?” 

“We did not learn it,” 
the young people told him. 


( 169 ) 



We have been singing it always. 

It is not a new song.” 

“Will you sing the song again?” 
asked Mr. White. 

They sang the old, old song 
once more. 

Mr. White said to them. 

“That is a beautiful song. 

Do you know more old songs?” 

The young people sang 
a great many old songs for him. 

Mr. White was pleased. 

He said to the singers, 

“This is a great surprise. 

( 160 ) 


Your songs are not like 

any other songs I have ever heard. 

They tell a story of faith. 

They lift my thoughts to God. 

I want a great many people 
to hear your beautiful songs.” 

“Oh, our old songs 
are only Negro songs,” 
the young people told him. 

“We like your new songs. 

We did not mean to let you hear 
our old Negro songs. 

We were just happy, 

and the first thing we knew, 

the songs began to sing themselves.' 

“That is not the right way 
to think about your music,” J 

answered Mr. White. 1 


(ICO 


“You should be proud of those songs.” 

“Oh, no!” his class replied. 

“They are too old to be pretty. 

Why, even our mothers and fathers 
can sing those old songs.” 

Then Mr. White told his class, 
“We often live with people 
and songs and many other things 
for a long, long time 
without knowing how beautiful 
and great, and good, they are. 

We do not appreciate what we have. 
We always look for something new, 
never knowing that the old 
is often the best. 

“That is why you feel as you do 


(102) 


about your own music. 

“Those are great songs. 

You must learn to appreciate them. 
They must live always. 

You must make them live. 

Many people must hear them. 

They are a true gift to America.” 

Mr. White’s kind talk 
made the young people happy. 

To be sure, they loved their songs; 
but they wanted to please Mr. White. 
They had thought he wanted them 
to like his songs best. 

After that day, the young people 
always sang some of their own songs 
at Sunday School. 


One day Mr. White said 
to his boys and girls 
“Our university does not grow. 

We have no new buildings. 

We do not have enough money. 

We need more young men and women. 

“There are many people who want 
to go to a good university. 

They have not heard of our school. 

We must do something to help. 

I have a plan. 

Will you work with me?” 

The young people answered, 

“Yes, we will work with you. 

We want to help our school grow. 

How can we help? 

Tell us what you want us to do.” 


(104) 


Then Mr. George White 
and his Sunday School class 
sat down together to make plans. 

For two long years, 
they talked about their plans. 

For two long years, 

they prayed about their plans. 

For two long years, 
they worked together 
to make their singing 
as beautiful as they could. 

They sang every day. 

Colored people heard them. 

White people heard them. 

Every one liked their singing. 

Every one wanted to hear them sing 
again and again. 


(105) 









The Jubilee Singers 






























Before long, many people 
who had studied music for years 
said to one another: 

“Have you heard the singers 
from the Negro school? 

They sing a new kind of music. 

It is very beautiful. 

You must hear them sing.” 

Men and women, boys and girls, 
came from the farms and towns 
to hear the young people sing 
their old, old songs. 

“This is a new way 
to sing these old, old songs,” 
they said. 

“It is very beautiful.” 


(167) 


Then one day, Mr. White 
called his singers together again 
and talked with them. 

“We have prayed together. 
We have made plans together. 
We have worked together. 

We have worked very hard. 

Our work has been good. 

Our prayers have been answered. 

“Now the time has come 
for us to go away from home. 

We must carry our songs 
into other parts of our country. 
Will you go away with me 
and sing for people far from here 
to help our university?” 


(108) 


“Yes,” the young people answered, 
“We will do what you think is best.” 

Mr. White took the four young men 
and the five young women with him. 

They went away to the North 
to sing their beautiful songs. 

At first, the people in the North 
made fun of the Negro singers 
because they had no pretty clothes. 

The poor young people 
had no money for clothes. 

They had not been thinking 
about their clothes. 

They had been thinking 
of their music and their school. 



They said to one another, 

“We will not stop if people laugh. 
We will try to forget our clothes. 
We will help others forget them. 

We will make our singing 

so very beautiful 

that people can think of nothing 

but our music.” 

And that is just what they did. 
They sang of freedom. 

They sang of God’s great love 
for all his children. 

Their songs came from the heart. 
No one could think of clothes 
while these young people sang. 

One of their songs was called 
“The Year of Jubilee.” 

Because they sang it so well, 


(170) 


and because every one liked it 
so very, very much, 

Mr. White called his young people 
THE JUBILEE SINGERS. 

Mr. White always talked 
to those who came to hear 
the Jubilee Singers. 

He told them about the school 
in the Southland. 

He said, “We want to help 
our little school to grow 
into a big university.” 

The men and women who heard 
the Jubilee Singers 
wanted to help the school, too. 

They gave the Jubilee Singers 
money for their school. 


(371) 


How the university did grow! 
Soon there was a new building. 

It was called Jubilee Hall. 

There were pretty music rooms 
with bright, clean floors. 

There were big, cool classrooms. 
There were beautiful pictures. 

There were many books to read. 

Men and women began to come 
to Fisk University, 
to learn how to teach school. 

Others came to study the Bible. 

Some came to study music. 

Others came to learn many things. 
Many people came to Fisk 
just to sing the beautiful songs. 

The Jubilee Singers always 
gave the money they earned 


(172) 





Jubilee Hall 
























to their school. 

Soon there was enough money 
for more buildings 
and more good teachers. 

The Jubilee Singers did more 
than earn money for their school. 
They made friends for their race. 
Money, without true friends, 
can not build a great university. 

At last, people far, far away 
heard about the Jubilee Singers 
and asked them to come there. 


The Jubilee Singers went 
^ross the sea on a big ship 
to sing and to make friends 




in another land. 

But they did not forget Fisk 
while they were away. 

The money they earned came back 
across the sea to their school. 

After a long time, 
the Singers came home, too. 

All this happened years ago. 
But if you go to Fisk University 
even now, 

you may still see Jubilee Hall. 

You may still hear the songs 
which the Jubilee Singers loved. 

To be sure, you will not see 
the first Jubilee Singers. 

They have all gone to another 
home. 

But you can feel their spirit 

( 175 ) 





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as you walk under the trees 

and into the old buildings. 

You can feel this spirit winging. 
You can almost hear them singing, 
if you stand very still 
near Jubilee Hall 
when the sun is going down. 

You may find the good in others. 
You may see all men as brothers, 
if you stand very still 
near Jubilee Hall 
when the sun is going down. 


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VOCABULARY STUDY 


There are 246 new words used in Book Two. 25 words have 
been dropped from those used in Book One, leaving a total of 
575 different words in Book Two. The number of running words 
in Book Two is 12,592. 

All but 26 of the new words fall within the Thorndike or 
Gates lists for this grade. Of these 26, twelve are proper names, 
or names of significance in race history. 

Of the 246 new words, 40 are modified forms of words pre¬ 
viously used. These are indicated by the asterisk. 

Every word is counted separately except plurals formed 
by the addition of “s.” 

Not more than three new words appear on any page. 

The average number of new words per page is 1.4. 

The number of running words per new word is 51.1. 

The average repetition of each word is 21.9. 

Repetition is natural and purposeful. 


WORD LIST 


New words are listed under the pages on which they appear. 


Page 1 
Johnnie Mae 
sleepy-head 

Page 2 
get 
very 
stay 

Page 3 

Monday 

September 


Page 6 

would 

care 


Page 10 

last 

new 

Wheatley 


Page 14 
children 
good-bye* 


Mr. 

Page 5 
then 


Page 4 
now 


Page 9 
but 


garden 

under 


Page 8 

feed 

their 


farm 

food 

green 


Page 7 


Page 13 

eight 

only 


walk 

way 

long 


Page 12 


Page 11 

that 

each 


Page 15 
cold 
far 
ride 

Page 16 

answered 

miss 

Page 17 
as 

walked* 

Page 18 

appreciate 

right 

Rosenwald 


(IBl) 


Page 20 
Julius 
money 
than 

Page 21 
fall 
bus 
just 

Page 22 
again 
stop 
child* 

Page 24 
until 

happened 

pulled 

Page 25 
once 

Page 26 
brush 
fine 
proud 

Page 28 

hope 

road 

Page 29 

before 

side 

Page 30 
ringing* 
hall 

Page 31 

door 

room 


Page 32 
always 

Page 33 

twins 

Burnett 

Page 34 

across 

print 

Page 35 

told 

other 

Page 37 

showed 

where 

Page 38 
place 

Page 39 
thinking* 

Page 40 

words 

true 

Page 41 
Phillis 
country 
ship 

Page 42 
land 
even 
warm 

Page 43 
sea 
seen* 
does 


Page 44 
afraid 
bright 
took 

Page 45 
while 
brought 
soon 

Page 46 
well 

Page 47 

gone 

Bible 

Page 48 
almost 
because 
often 

Page 49 
knew* 

Page 50 

faith 

race 

Page 51 

arms 

herself* 

Page 52 
bringing* 
America 
beauty* 

Page 54 

best 


Page 55 
around 
principal 
talking* 

Page 56 
another* 
added 
young 

Page 57 

life 

such 

Page 58 
ten 

Page 59 
by 

Page 61 
next 

Page 62 
swing 
full 
stood 

Page 63 

much 

let 

Page 64 
friendly* 

Page 65 

grow 

older* 

Page 66 
Jeanes* 
Willa 


( 182 ) 


Page 68 
high 

Page 71 

pleased* 

back 

Page 72 
might 

Page 73 
replied 

Page 74 

any 

plan 

Page 75 
ground 

Page 76 
Friday 
lunches 
enough 

Page 77 
waiting 

Page 78 

these 

wrong 

Page 79 
still 

Page 80 

brother 

together 

Page 85 
strong 


Page 86 
Virginia 
Randolph 
should 

Page 87 
wait* 
stove 
cook* 

Page 89 

1908 

hundred 

Page 92 

George 

Washington 

Page 94 
ever 

Page 95 
tomorrow 

Page 97 
waited* 
large 

Page 98 
box 

Page 99 
never 

themselves* 

Page 100 

North 

women* 

readers* 

Page 101 
fields 
tired 
light 


Page 102 

fire 

eyes 

Page 103 
build 
tied 
plows 

Page 104 
woods 
studied* 
found* 

Page 107 
brave 

Page 108 
sitting* 
Page 109 
dirt 

Page 111 

buildings* 

earn 

Page 112 
working* 
Page 114 
cool 

Page 115 
hearts 
Page 116 
done 

Page 117 

laughed 

Page 118 

freedom* 

means 

ourselves* 

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Page 119 

sure 

Page 120 
helper* 

Page 121 

pig 

wee 

Page 122 

dirty* 

water 

Page 123 

Spot 

trot 

Page 124 

seems 

moo-o 

Page 125 

cat 

mew 

Page 126 
animal 

Page 127 
dishes 
churn 
down 

Page 130 

bird 

sun 

Page 131 
clay 
pressed 
surprise 


Page 133 
Edmonia 
Lewis 

Page 134 

skins 

Spirit 

Page 135 

Indians 

tepees 

Page 136 
low 

singing* 

Page 137 

living* 

stones 


Page 139 
foot* 

Page 140 
broke 

Page 141 

peace 

Page 142 

statue 

John* 

Brown 

Page 143 

sold 

Rome 

built* 


Page 144 
Sunday* 

Page 145 
stopped* 
tall 

Page 148 
unkind* 

Page 149 
since 

Page 152 

prayed* 

lifted 

Page 153 
taught 


Page 155 

Jubilee 

Singers* 

University 

Page 161 
lift 

Page 162 
knowing* 

Page 172 
Fisk 

Page 177 
winging 


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